Meanwhile, in one area of the mansion where guests were beginning to gather for the wedding celebration, Jasmine—who was in the bride's private room with Amber and Hestia—suddenly spotted Rob through the window. He was standing out in the mansion courtyard below.
"Oh shit… Amber… Amber…" Jasmine whispered frantically as she shook her stepsister.
"What is it, sis?" Amber asked.
"That… that's Rob, right?" Jasmine said, pointing outside—toward the courtyard where Allen had just passed by moments earlier.
"Oh shit… but how?" Amber muttered, just as shocked.
"Let's get out of here. I don't want to run into that guy right now," Jasmine said. It was obvious she wasn't ready to face her father she hadn't seen in years.
Still, there was a chance Rob wouldn't even recognize them. After the divorce from Jasmine's mother, he'd disappeared for years before marrying Amber's mom. But that thought didn't really help calm her down.
"Hey, relax," Amber said, trying to keep things light. "There's no guarantee he'd recognize us anyway. And come on, this is Hestia's wedding. You're not really going to leave, are you?"
"Whatever. For now, I just want to hide. I don't want Rob seeing me yet. Bye," Jasmine said quickly before bolting out of the room, leaving Amber behind.
Amber watched her go, feeling a bit sad—but there wasn't much she could do about it right now.
Just then, Hestia stepped out, having just finished putting on her wedding dress.
"Amber, how do I look? Is it good? Oh—by the way, where's Jasmine?" Hestia asked cheerfully.
"Oh, uh… Jasmine? She went to the bathroom," Amber replied smoothly while closing the door Jasmine had left open.
"Oh, okay," Hestia said with a nod, none the wiser.
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But after Jasmine slipped into one of the castle rooms to hide, it didn't take long before the door handle suddenly twitched—and then slowly turned with a soft creeeak. To make things ten times worse, she could clearly hear Allen's voice outside, along with Rob and the rest of the guys, their footsteps getting closer by the second.
"Hey, lucky guy, I just hope you can keep your marriage together and not end up like me," Rob said with a dramatic sigh, clearly flashing back to the tragic highlights reel of his three failed marriages before finally landing with Gloria.
"Oh come on, Rob," Marcus replied, already sounding tired of it. "Do we really have to open the Melodrama Channel right now?"
"Ohhh shit…" Jasmine whispered under her breath.
That was it. Total panic. Her brain completely shut down, survival instincts kicking in like she was in some low-budget spy movie. Without thinking twice—or thinking at all—she darted across the room, yanked open the wardrobe, and squeezed herself inside, barely managing to shut the door quietly. Curled up among fancy coats and old ceremonial robes, Jasmine pressed a hand over her mouth, holding her breath as her heart pounded like a drum solo, silently praying that no one suddenly decided this would be a great room for a casual conversation.
"Come on, guys, I'm being serious here," Rob said, clearly trying to get them to listen and stop acting like a bunch of kids.
"Alright, alright, man. I'll listen to your advice," Allen replied with an easy grin, raising his hands slightly in mock surrender. Still, the amused look on his face made it obvious he was half-listening at best—and secretly enjoying the chaos a little too much.
"Ohhh yeah, Allen—by the way, do you have some kind of secret trick for getting close to girls?" Marcus said, sounding half-jealous, half-annoyed. "I mean, I'm kinda jealous of you. Especially since it looks like you've been driving women crazy—like total nymphomaniacs—ever since way back."
Allen glanced over at Marcus, smirking. "Well, isn't the answer already pretty obvious when it comes to that?" he said casually. "And last but not least—you've gotta have good stamina in bed." He gestured confidently at his face and then his body, like he was making a solid point.
"Shit—fuck you, Mr. Stamina," Marcus shot back, rolling his eyes as the others laughed.
While the others were still busy chatting and laughing, Allen started undoing his clothes in the room, clearly intending to change. He turned toward the wardrobe and casually pulled one of its doors open—
—and froze.
Inside, crouched and trying to make herself as small as possible, was Jasmine, hiding in the closet.
"What the—" Allen blurted out in surprise, his eyes widening.
Before he could say another word, Jasmine shot forward and clamped her hand over his mouth. "Shhh," she whispered urgently, her eyes wide with panic, silently begging him not to say anything and give her away.
"Hey, big guy, what's wrong? Why'd you suddenly go quiet?" Lenny called out from behind him.
Hearing that, Jasmine's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She looked at Allen with a desperate expression, clearly hoping—no, praying—that he wouldn't say a single word about her hiding in his closet.
Allen glanced down at her, then toward the door, pieces clicking together in his head. Is this because of Rob? he thought.
"Ah—nothing, nothing at all," Allen said quickly, forcing a laugh. "Hey, why don't you guys head outside and look around for a bit while I change?"
"Whoa, what's this all of a sudden?" Kurt teased. "You scared we might get distracted by your all-American ass or something?"
"Yeah, something like that," Allen shot back, already herding them toward the door. "Besides, I don't want you guys getting jealous when you see my little buddy."
"Hey! What's your problem?" Lenny protested. "We've all seen your little buddy before—back when you were still in elementary school!"
"Idiot, that was back then. Things are different now," Allen snapped back. "And I don't plan on looking like a stripper in front of five middle-aged men."
That did it. The room burst into laughter as Allen shoved them all out, slamming the door shut behind them—leaving him alone in the room with a very nervous Jasmine still hiding in his closet.
After that, Allen opened the wardrobe again.
"You can come out now," he said calmly. "You're Hestia's friend, right? Why are you even in here?"
His shirt was still off, his body half-bare—and Jasmine could see him clearly now. His physique looked unreal, like something carved by a god with way too much free time and a serious obsession with perfection.
Jasmine swallowed hard.
For a moment, she didn't even hear Allen's question. Her eyes traced the lines of his chest and shoulders, the definition of his abs way too distracting for her own good. Almost without realizing it, her hand lifted—and she lightly touched his toned muscles, as if she needed to make sure he was actually real.
Allen blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"…Uh," he muttered, glancing down at her hand, then back at her face. "You good there?"
"A-ah—yeah, sorry, what were you saying just now?" Jasmine said, even though her hand still hadn't left Allen's body.
She gave his chest another light squeeze, eyes wide.
"Damn… what are these muscles made of, metal fiber or something?" she muttered under her breath.
Allen sighed and repeated himself, a little slower this time.
"What are you doing in here, and why were you hiding inside my closet?"
He glanced down at her hand, then raised an eyebrow.
"And could you maybe stop massaging my muscles for a second? I mean, don't get me wrong—I really don't mind getting a massage from a beautiful woman like you—but I kinda need to change my clothes right now."
"Oh, about that… I'm just hiding from someone," Jasmine said, then glanced at Allen and bit her lip, still a little salty about him telling her to stop massaging his muscles earlier.
"But can I stay here for a bit?" she added quickly. "I just want to make sure that person is really gone."
"Hey, I'm trying to change here," Allen said, sounding genuinely curious now. "Can you step out for a second? And seriously—who is it that made you hide like this?"
Even though he already had a pretty good guess, Allen deliberately played dumb.
"It's… well, it's just someone," Jasmine replied, clearly not wanting to tell him that the person she was avoiding was actually her own father, Rob.
"Please, just let me stay in here a little longer," she begged. "I promise I won't look while you're changing. I'll even close my eyes if I have to, okay?"
As she said that, Jasmine stood there covering her eyes with both hands—though she very obviously spread her fingers just enough to peek through.
Allen noticed and sighed. "Whatever," he muttered, giving up. He then started unbuckling and pulling down his pants.
That instantly made Jasmine swallow hard.
"…Wow," she whispered under her breath.
"That's… seriously huge," Jasmine said, staring straight at the noticeable bulge in Allen's underwear, where his python was still very much asleep.
Allen definitely heard that. "What…? Haven't you ever seen something like this before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jasmine's cheeks instantly turned red, but she answered with forced confidence. "Of course I have. I've even held something like that before, okay?"
"Ohhh, really?" Allen replied, clearly teasing her now. "Whose was it, then?"
"It was Tom's!" Jasmine shot back. "H-he was my boyfriend, alright!"
"Ohhh, so you're an experienced girl then," Allen said with a grin, clearly amused by the tall, long-legged girl standing in front of him, looking more like a runway model than someone hiding in a closet.
Jasmine quickly shook her head. "No! I'm still a virgin, okay?" she said firmly. "Tom and I never went that far."
"Ohhh, I see. Sounds like Tom's actually a decent guy," Allen said casually while reaching for his clothes and starting to get dressed. "By the way, are you and Tom from the same university or something?"
Hearing that, Jasmine answered while still sneaking shameless glances his way. "Well, yeah. Tom's my lecturer there," she said bluntly. "And the reason we never had sex was because his thing would already be standing up and that was it."
"Pffft—" Allen snorted, then burst out laughing. "Alright, alright, my bad," he said, waving a hand. "I won't judge anyone's taste when it comes to romance."
"Hey, what's wrong with my type?" Jasmine shot back. "Is it really a crime if I happen to like older men?"
"Whoa, hey, I already said sorry about that," Allen replied quickly, holding up his hands as he moved around, still getting dressed. "I'm just saying—if you're into older guys, at least pick someone you actually know can, you know… perform." He shrugged with a grin, then lifted a finger for emphasis, making sure Jasmine got exactly what he meant. "Someone whose little brother can actually stand up and do its job."
This naturally made Jasmine a bit annoyed with Allen—but at the same time, she got an idea, especially since she was already feeling attracted to him.
"Hufff… you really think you're better than Tom?" Jasmine said, then stepped closer to Allen.
"Come on, let me see your dick. I'm pretty sure yours isn't any better than Tom's," she added, forcefully pulling down Allen's underwear.
"Hey… stop it," Allen said, looking completely flustered, almost like an idiot caught off guard.
But even though Allen tried to stop her, Jasmine still managed to yank his underwear all the way down, letting his dick slip free. Jasmine froze when she saw it, her eyes widening at the sight of Allen's size, now fully released from its cage.
"God… what kind of size is this?" Jasmine muttered under her breath, staring at a dick that was as big as an adult man's hand.
"Alright, you've seen it. Are you satisfied now?" Allen said, clearly wanting to pull his underwear back on as soon as possible. "So? What do you think—mine better than that old guy named Tom or what?"
That made Jasmine look at him while biting her lip again.
"Well, yours is bigger than Tom's," she admitted, "but that doesn't mean you're stronger than him, right?" She stepped closer with a smirk. "Come on, let me test it first."
She touched his dick with her fingers, and that alone made it twitch slightly, starting to harden.
Damn it, women… I really don't understand what goes on in their heads. Whatever, Allen thought, giving up and no longer resisting.
Seeing Allen just stay quiet, Jasmine smiled to herself.
Ohhh, did it work? Oh, sorry Hestia, but this time I don't think I can hold myself back, Jasmine thought.
Then she used both of her hands to stroke him, making Allen's dick stand fully upright.
"Hey, Allen, why are you so quiet now?" Jasmine teased him. "Do you actually like it when I do this to you? And look at this thing—it's getting a little excited now."
"Hey, that's totally normal, okay?" Allen shot back honestly. "What guy wouldn't get hard when a beautiful woman like you is jerking him off?"
"Hahaha, so you think I'm a beautiful woman?" Jasmine laughed. "Thanks for the compliment." She kept moving her hand, a bit more enthusiastically now, clearly enjoying his reaction.
However, after doing that for about fifteen minutes, Jasmine's hands naturally started to feel a bit sore.
"Hey, why is your dick still not going soft?" Jasmine complained.
"Well, doesn't that just prove I'm more virile than that old guy who's currently your boyfriend?" Allen replied, deliberately teasing her.
"Tsk… fine. If that's the case, I'll try using my mouth," Jasmine said. "But Allen, can you keep this a secret? Promise this will stay just between the two of us, okay? I don't want Hestia to get mad at me because of this."
"Hmmm, sure. Besides, I'm pretty sure Hestia wouldn't get mad about this anyway," Allen replied. "I mean, I'm going to end up marrying eight other girls too."
"Hmmm, really? Still, I want you to keep this a secret, okay?" Jasmine insisted.
And Allen nodded. "Okay, okay."
After that, Jasmine opened her mouth and began to take Allen into it, giving him a blowjob.